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Sweetest Meditation (2)

My lover comes to me,
a strawberry setting sail
toward the horizon of her smile,
wooden bowl in hand,
with a night of yoga pants,
a succulence swaying wide hips,
moons luxuriating in their eclipse…

She came here 4 months ago,
the fruit of my mission
engulfing and absorbing me,
the commitment to excellence
an ocean submerging me…
The yoga pants almost beseech
the man who eludes her grasp,
the man somewhat beyond her reach.
Her complaints sometimes are loud:
he’s sometimes negligent and he is proud;
he’s sometimes realms apart,
yet her love is fed, the flame still fiercer
from the second place she holds in his heart…

Curious: a man chases beauty…
If lucky, he finds a sliver of it;
if unlucky, a parody of it.
Yet beauty opens up entire to the man of mission
who wouldn’t think to pursue it.

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